She glanced at the notepad he thrust under her eyes.
“Then you are on your way to Charlotte. I want your hair cut short. Very short. So short you don't need to comb it. Then you will buy very sexy underwear and clothes. If I am not pleased with your new wardrobe, I'll use the probe on your ass and tits. You understand me?"
She shuddered at the thought of the probe pressed against the flesh of her buttocks. “How ... how will I know what pleases you, Buzz?"
He leered at her. “Think of the things you wore when Daisy did Dixie,” he laughed. “I also want you to buy all the items on this list,” he said, shaking the pad in front of her.
“Cleaning supplies, Buzz?"
“Yeah,” he said. “My house needs a thorough cleaning, Teach, and be sure you buy a good vacuum cleaner. Mom took hers to Florida. Shake that fat ass of yours. I want you at my house, dressed in one of your new outfits by four o'clock. It's ten thirty now, baby. You don't have much time."
She stood up and turned to him. “I don't know where you live."
“You know where Dottie Frank's house is?"
“Yes. I was in her home once."
“Drive past her house two or three miles. My place is on the right. You can't see it from the road, but the mailbox is right beside the driveway."
“May I ask you one question, Buzz?"
“I'm listening."
“Do you ... do you have any sexually transmitted diseases? I ... I don't, and you won't impregnate me. My husband did not want children, so I had a tubal ligation performed."
He threw his head back and laughed cruelly. “Hell, Teach. You have the wrong idea. I'm going to make you suffer, not give you pleasure."
She swallowed hard. “May I ... may I put on my clothes now?"
He leered as he scooped up her clothes. He tossed the ripped blouse to her and stuffed the remainder of her clothes in the trashcan. “I wonder what old Moses will think when he finds your clothes in the trashcan? I'll bet he jerks off with your soaked panties pressed to his nose. You may wear the blouse, Teach, but don't button it."
“Buzz, please. I can't go into the post office like that."
He grinned wickedly. “Yes, you can and you will. I want you to stop at the Super Save and fill up, too. Make sure you pump your own gas."
She burst into tears. “No, Buzz. Please. Have mercy."
He picked up the prod and she headed for the office door, her buttocks grinding under the blouse that was not quite long enough.
Chapter Thirteen
“You're late,” Buzz said as he opened the door.
“I'm sorry, Buzz. I did the best I could."
“It's four-thirty. I told you to be here by four."
“There was too much on the list, Buzz. I tried."
“You didn't try hard enough. I must punish you. Bring in all the stuff I told you to buy and leave it in the living room. Then come to the basement. The cattle prod is down there."
His eyes were flashing. She turned and rushed back to her car, determined to avoid an extra burst from the feared instrument.
She was breathing heavily when she hurried down the basement steps to meet her fate.
“Stand at attention,” he ordered as he pointed to a spot on the floor.
She toed the mark.
“You look a hell of a lot better with all that junk off your face,” he said, running his fingers through her short, curly hair. “I like your hair. Is it naturally curly?"
She nodded. “Thank you, Buzz."
He stepped back and eyed the dark green miniskirt. “The skirt is okay, too and sneakers without socks is a nice touch. We must do something about those flabby thighs, though."
“Before I took a shower I duck walked around my bedroom."
“Don't lie to me, bitch."
“I'm not lying. I thought you'd be pleased."
His eyes rested on the formfitting knit shirt she wore. He crushed her breasts. “No bra,” he said. “That's a nice touch too."
She pushed against his hands, but he backed away. “I thought you'd like to see my nipples poking through the fabric."
He nodded. “I'm surprised an old broad like you can get away with it, but your boobs don't seem to sag at all."
He pinched her nipples gently and admired the increased size.
Why, she wondered, does this bastard turn me on? I just soiled my new panties.
“Let's see what your new underwear looks like."
She lifted the skirt for his inspection.
“Black” he noted, “and just enough material to cover the vital area. Your damned pubic hair is sticking out, Teach. You'll have to do a bit of trimming."
“If ... if you have a razor, I'll do it now,” she said, still holding the short skirt up for his benefit.
“Later. Turn around."
She obeyed and wiggled her buttocks, hoping it would at least amuse, if not arouse him. If I can just get him in bed once, he'll forget about revenge, she thought.
“Now I really like that,” he said. “The strap disappears in the crack of your butt—makes it look like you aren't wearing anything."
“I was hoping that would please you."
“Drop the skirt and bend over from the waist. That's it. All right. That's exactly what I want. Your skirt rides up just far enough to reveal a hint of your ass. Assume the position."
She jerked to attention.
“Did you show your ass and tits to the post office clerk and Billy Frank?"
She swallowed. “I slipped in and out of the post office as fast as I could. He wasn't at the window. I don't think anyone saw me."
“What about Billy Frank?"
“I ... I couldn't do it, Buzz. There were too many people there."
He pulled the probe from his back pocket, ran it under her shirt and pressed the tip against the underside of her right breast.
She braced for the shock that did not come.
“I followed you. If you had lied to me, I would have fried your tit. You're right. There were too many people there."
Tears trickled down her cheeks as he put away the prod.
“As you can see, I've pulled everything from the far corner of the basement next to the furnace. I have an errand for you to run, but when you get back, clean that corner spotless. Scrub the rafters and pipes, the walls and the floors. When you finish, start working on the junk in the left corner. Clean each item carefully and put it in the area you have cleaned. Do you understand me?"
“Yes, Buzz,” she said, maintaining her poker-like posture.
“When you work in my house, you will do it in your underwear and barefooted. Unless you want me to look at your naked boobs, wear a bra next time."
“Will you be working with me?"
“Usually, but not tonight. I haven't fucked Maggie Skinner in a couple of days. I think I'll do her asshole tonight."
He again pulled the cattle prod from his pocket and held it up for her to see. “I must punish you for being late,” he said.
She swallowed hard and tried not to look at it.
“I'll give you your choice,” he said. “Do you want it on your anus, your left or right nipple?"
She closed her eyes and decided to gamble. “I didn't mean to disobey you, but you are correct. I was late. I deserve punishment. I want to please you, Buzz. Do all three at the highest setting."
“That's a damn good choice,” he said. “You're learning. Bend over and pull the skirt over your back."
Trembling, she followed his order.
“Now pull out the strap and spread your ass cheeks."
Damn, I thought he would be pleased with my answer and not go through with it, she thought as she exposed the tiny brown star to his view. She felt the cold metal touch her anus, took a deep breath and clinched her teeth.
“You're getting good at this, Teach,” he said as he set the prod on top of the chiffonier. Your willingness to accept three shots at the highest setting and your excellent choice of clothing saved you t
his time. I told you that pleasing me has its rewards, but don't count on it ever happening again."
She exhaled noisily, maintained her lewd position and said, “Thank you, Buzz. I promised to please you for three weeks and I'm doing the best I can."
“You promised to obey me for three weeks, Teach. You disobeyed me twice today. I will show no mercy if you disobey me again. Stand up and relax."
She glanced around the dank cellar. “It's going to take a long time to clean this place up."
“Before you leave tomorrow night, the basement will be spotless."
“Buzz. Tomorrow is Sunday. I usually go to church. It's important to my image."
“You're not going to church tomorrow, Teach, and your image is going to change drastically, starting tonight.” He looked at his watch. “Nearly five o'clock. The supper crowd will be gathering about now at Dot's Diner. That will be your first stop."
“Buzz, please—not dressed like this. Let me cook something here for our dinner tonight."
“Teach, I have an idea this is going to hurt more than the cattle prod.” He grinned evilly. “You're going to Dot's Dinner and then to the Korner Kafe. Be sure you do a lot of bending from the waist. I want every man that sees you to have a hard-on before you leave. You will go to each table and apologize for the obnoxious bitch you have been since moving to Dot. You will beg the diners to forgive you."
“Buzz, I can't do that."
“You will ask each person if there is anything you can do for them—anything at all—baby sitting, house cleaning, yard work, money—anything. I want you to hug every man, woman and child you see and kiss any babies that may be in either restaurant. Make sure the men feel your tits, Teach. One more thing. Leave your credit card information at both restaurants. Dinner tonight is on you for everybody in Dot."
“I can't do this, Buzz.” Without thinking, she snapped to attention. “I will not do it. Do what you must."
With lightning speed, she felt the prod on her right buttock. She screamed as the brutal charge surged through her body. She dropped to her knees, sobbing and holding her bottom.
“Show me your tits, bitch,” he snarled. “We have two nipples to go."
“No, Buzz. I'll obey you."
“That was just one second at the lowest setting,” he said, replacing the prod on the chiffonier. “Don't ever again tell me you won't do anything I order you do. Stand up and show me your ass."
Still sobbing, she obeyed.
He grinned. “Hell, baby. I can zap your damned face if I want to. It didn't leave a mark. By the way, you make damned sure everybody starts calling you Debbie. I want no more of this Mrs. or Doctor shit."
It was seven o'clock when she arrived at the Korner Kafe. She saw Buzz, sitting at a table in the corner where he could watch her every move. Humbling herself was even more difficult than she expected. People made horrible remarks about her—right to her face. She was not surprised that Tim Dollar felt her up, right there in front of everybody in Dot's Diner, but she was surprised that Sandy seemed amused and that, later, the preacher, Mack McGee, put his hand on her bottom.
She went to the nearest booth and bent over further than necessary to shake hands with the man sitting at the back of the booth. She wanted to be sure Buzz saw her exposing her bottom as instructed.
It took her half an hour to make her way to all the customers. She sat across from Buzz. “I did it,” she said quietly.
“Now, that wasn't so bad, was it?"
“It was humiliating. These people ... they hate me."
“Get used to it, bitch. When church lets out tomorrow, you'll be right here, welcoming everyone with open arms and huge apologies."
“Buzz,” she pleaded. “Not again."
“Tomorrow at lunch and every night next week."
She dropped her head. “Was your steak good?"
He laughed. “Since you are paying, I ordered their biggest T-bone."
“That sounds wonderful. I'm starving. I didn't take time for lunch today."
“No steak for you, Teach. We need to get the fat off you. You may have a salad with no dressing and water to drink. That will be your menu for supper for the next three weeks. For breakfast and lunch you may have plain toast and water."
“Buzz, please.” Her eyes searched his. “I can't survive without coffee."
“Black—no milk or sugar."
“Thank you."
“I can hardly see your nipples, Teach. Pull your shoulders back and pinch the little buggers ‘till they stick out like they did in my basement."
“Here? Okay, damn it. Shit."
Maggie came through her office door and caught Buzz's attention.
“Looks like my fucking partner is ready to spread her legs, Teach. I'll see you about one or two o'clock in the morning. You make damned sure I'm pleased with the work you've done when I get home, and remember—you work naked except for your underwear."
* * * *
“How's it going, Slave?"
Deborah jumped and whirled around. “You scared me. I wasn't expecting you back so soon. What time is it?"
Buzz checked his watch. “About eleven-thirty. She wouldn't give me any—not even a blowjob. Claimed she's menstruating. We played several rounds of miniature golf at the Dollars’ playground and she called it a night."
“Are you going to spend the day with her tomorrow?"
“Nah. She and Greta do something together every Sunday. Girl stuff, Maggie calls it. I think they may be lesbians, eating each other all day."
“Greta?"
“The Dollar's housekeeper—at least, she used to be."
“Oh, the woman who lived with that awful Eddie Crow."
Buzz nodded. “When do you have your period, Teach?"
“I, uh, don't do much but a little spotting, now that my tubes are tied. It starts near the first of the month."
He shook his head and began to laugh. “You look terrible. You're filthy. Even your tits are dirty. Let's see what you've accomplished."
She gestured towards the furnace area. “I think you'll find your empty corner spotless. I even scrubbed the rafters and pipes like you told me. Your stepladder is not quite tall enough. I had to stand on the very top and I almost fell several times.” She stumbled and caught herself.
“What's wrong?"
“Nothing. Well, that's not true. I'm not used to all this physical work and I seem to be very weak from eating so little."
He sneered. “You'll survive. Have you found anything you think I can sell in a yard sale?"
“I just started on that corner of the basement when you came home, but I have found a couple of things that may be worth something—but not at a yard sale."
“Show me."
She led him to a wooden child's toy box and opened the hinged top.
“My Hot Wheels!” he exclaimed as he reached into the box and selected a miniature car at random.
“I was going to get them all out and clean them up. They seem to be in good condition."
“Hell, I'd forgotten all about these things. When I was a kid, I used to save every dollar I could get to buy these toys—Hot Wheels and baseball cards. I wonder what happened to my baseball card collection?"
“It's over here,” she said as she stumbled forward, “in this metal box."
As he pushed open the top she continued, “They're wrapped in plastic. I think they're in perfect condition."
He reached into one of the plastic bags and pulled out a Babe Ruth card. “Why do you say I can't sell these things in a yard sale?"
“Well, you can sell them that way, but Buzz, I think the Hot Wheels and baseball cards may be worth a considerable amount of money. You should have an expert appraise them before you offer them for sale."
“You may be right, Teach. Dad has a ton of old Playboy and Hustler magazines in the chiffonier. I think they might be worth something too."
“I saw them,” she said. “I may as well show you something else."
As s
he started towards the large piece of furniture she again stumbled and fell to her knees. “You really are tired, Teach."
She nodded as he helped her up and pointed to three copies of Slut magazine lying on top of the dresser. “I was featured in four issues. You found one. There are the other three."
“I'm surprised, Teach. If it were me, I think I would have hidden these in hopes of destroying them later."
“You already have one. Three more won't make a difference. Besides, I'm dealing from the top of the deck. I hope you are too."
He looked at her and, for just a moment, she thought she saw a hint of kindness in his eyes.
“Three weeks of absolute obedience, Teach. That was the agreement. There's no point in you staying any longer tonight. You're too tired to get anything else done."
“You want me to go home?"
He nodded, still glancing through the magazines. He looked up. “Something wrong?"
“I just thought you would want me to spend the night with you."
“I'm not interested in your body, Teach. I told you that. Take your clothes home with you, but don't put them on. You'll get them dirty."
“Surely you don't want me to drive home naked?"
“Of course not. You may keep on your panties. Get your ass back over here in the morning. Wear something that will turn on the male customers at the Korner Kafe at lunchtime. I want breakfast in bed—pancakes, I think—no later than six o'clock."
He dug into his pants and produced a house key. He pulled her panties a couple of inches from her body and dropped the key into her crotch. “I don't like the pubic hair sticking out like that at all,” he said.
She nodded. “I'll take care of it.” She paused before going up the steps. “Buzz?"
“What is it?” He was again studying the photographs in Slut magazine.
“You don't need to have a yard sale to raise money."
“You have a better idea?"
“I already told you I will give you whatever you need."
He moved behind her and squeezed the cheeks of her buttocks. “I already told you, Teach. I don't want sex or money from you."
She grimaced.
“Still hurts?"
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